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my_sims_reality will see if she notices the lack of updates.
-D: Speaking of a lack of updates. . . .-
Can't I be allowed one lazy Sunday?
-VD: You didn't even make your bed!-
I woke up just as Mom was dishing out lunch! And when I got back up, I thought, "Screw it, I'll be changing the sheets later anyway." I'll do that before bed.
-M: *reluctantly* Flannels?-
It's getting into the 30s at night now, kid. I have to.
-D: *sigh* Winter has truly come upon us.-
-RPD: There are distinct advantages to being noncoporeal.-
-M2: Rub it in our faces, why don't you?-
-RPD: To be fair, I'll probably have to suffer along with you at some point. The RPG is going to start up again soon, right?-
Hopefully next month. We'll see how busy Aaron is. Frankly, I'm not sure how we're going to resurrect you at this point. . . .
-VuM: Trust me, it'll happen. No way in hell I'd let Doc stay dead. *other Martys nodnod*-
Oh, you don't have to tell us. CanonYou proved that very well.
-VD2: Have you really done nothing all day?-
-OD: *tentacles hug me tight* Nothing?! She's completed my drabbles88, finished coloring the Doc sprites, and sketched out the "Doc as Hatter" drawing! That's nothing?-
-VD2: *laugh* Oh. Today was OckDoc favoritism.-
LOL, not intentionally. I just wanted to get the sprite done, and figured, so long as I had the sketchpad out. . . Sketch came out pretty good, actually, though I'll want to adjust the hat.
-TD: Did you get any written on "The Gift and the Curse?"-
No, actually. So OckDoc didn't get everything he wanted.
-OD: *Jules ruffles hair* I'll accept the drabbles88 in its stead.-
-VD2: Let's see it then.-
Couple of mild spoilers for the OckDocumentary -- again, if you read my LJ regularly, it's nothing you haven't seen before.
14. Family
Watch out, rotten floorboards.
Doc nodded, allowing the tentacles to lift him over the dangerous spot. “I think the agent underestimated how much repair work this house would need,” he called over his shoulder to Clara.
Clara nodded from her place on the ceiling. “How much do you think it’ll cost to fix it all up?”
“Thousands,” Doc said morosely. “And I thought we were getting a deal with this house.”
Look on the bright side, Father, Tommy said, trying to cheer him up. We have that nice big wine cellar underneath the garage to hide all the future technology and other time travel stuff in.
Perhaps we should just live there, Albert muttered, looking around disdainfully.
“Now now, I’m sure we can make this place liveable,” Doc said, carefully continuing down the hall. “We’re just going to have to figure out how to get the available funds.”
“Why don’t you take Marty’s advice and start patenting and selling your inventions?” Clara asked, crawling after him.
Yes, why don’t you? Verne agreed. You’re an intelligent man, and you make amazing things.
“No one would buy them, that’s why,” Doc answered both his wife and kids. “I don’t care how incredible you think my inventions are, as soon as the people of Hill Valley saw them, they wouldn’t even give them a second glance.”
You wouldn’t be selling them just in Hill Valley, Father, Jules said. People in other places wouldn’t be put off by the names “Dr. Emmett Brown” and “ELB Enterprises.”
“Really, Emmett, I don’t think you put enough faith in people.” Clara paused a moment, listening to a voice only she could hear. “Neither does she, and she’s not even from Earth!”
Doc couldn’t help a laugh. “I know. Look at me, I’m arguing with one human, four metal tentacles endowed with artificial intelligence, and one alien symbiote. We’re the oddest little family that ever lived, aren’t we?”
Clara chuckled, using the symbiote to hang upside-down from the ceiling in front of him. “We must be. I’m just happy we were able to find each other.”
“Me too.” Doc kissed her. “And you have a point -- all of you. Perhaps I should start selling my inventions.”
“That’s the spirit.”
We could start with that dog dish you wanted to invent for Einstein! Jules nodded enthusiastically.
Yeah, CHOW TIME! That would be great! Tommy agreed.
Doc chuckled. “Well, first we need to get this house sorted out. Come on, let’s see what horrors await us in the living room.”
-OD: Couldn't resist using the Spider-Man kiss, hmm?-
You know you like it. :p I knew I wanted to do a post-"There's Always Tomorrow" fic that had Doc talking to his tentacles with Clara around, but it took me a little bit to come up with the idea of them moving into a new house. And yes, it is Trilogy!Doc's house -- almost all my Docs who move will end up living there at some point. The exceptions being the two VampDocs -- VampDoc, of course, ends up sharing a duplex with Marty as shown in "Fight the Future," and VampDoc2's counterpart --
Hmm. I guess I never specified he bought that house.
-VD2: I think I need it less than he does, I don't have as much time travel equipment.-
Perhaps you could be neighbors then, later. Triplets really don't fit into that garage.
-VM: HELL no.-
You'll also notice I used the CHOW TIME dog dish from the Ride (sniff, RIP Ride!) -- I loved the inventions from there, and you can be sure they'll be popping up in regular fics.
-D: Can the rest of us be spare the embarrassment of sawdust pancake mix?-
I'll think about it. :p
I'll try to make some more edits to "V.D." before closing up shop and backing up my stories. No typing tomorrow, I think.
-TD: So it'll be like any other day, then.-
Oh hush. I'm still working on your story.
-TD: I know, I know. You just work slowly.-
It's just my way.
-DW: Might help if she got off the Alice In Wonderland kick.-
-MF: At least the ideas with Marty in Wonderland have gone more Disney movie.-
Yeah, I've grown to love it all. Not that American McGee isn't my favorite anymore. . . .
-MF: Even still, nice to see a lack of Marty holding a butcher's knife.-
-M: Amen!-
my_sims_reality will see if she notices the lack of updates.-D: Speaking of a lack of updates. . . .-
Can't I be allowed one lazy Sunday?
-VD: You didn't even make your bed!-
I woke up just as Mom was dishing out lunch! And when I got back up, I thought, "Screw it, I'll be changing the sheets later anyway." I'll do that before bed.
-M: *reluctantly* Flannels?-
It's getting into the 30s at night now, kid. I have to.
-D: *sigh* Winter has truly come upon us.-
-RPD: There are distinct advantages to being noncoporeal.-
-M2: Rub it in our faces, why don't you?-
-RPD: To be fair, I'll probably have to suffer along with you at some point. The RPG is going to start up again soon, right?-
Hopefully next month. We'll see how busy Aaron is. Frankly, I'm not sure how we're going to resurrect you at this point. . . .
-VuM: Trust me, it'll happen. No way in hell I'd let Doc stay dead. *other Martys nodnod*-
Oh, you don't have to tell us. CanonYou proved that very well.
-VD2: Have you really done nothing all day?-
-OD: *tentacles hug me tight* Nothing?! She's completed my drabbles88, finished coloring the Doc sprites, and sketched out the "Doc as Hatter" drawing! That's nothing?-
-VD2: *laugh* Oh. Today was OckDoc favoritism.-
LOL, not intentionally. I just wanted to get the sprite done, and figured, so long as I had the sketchpad out. . . Sketch came out pretty good, actually, though I'll want to adjust the hat.
-TD: Did you get any written on "The Gift and the Curse?"-
No, actually. So OckDoc didn't get everything he wanted.
-OD: *Jules ruffles hair* I'll accept the drabbles88 in its stead.-
-VD2: Let's see it then.-
Couple of mild spoilers for the OckDocumentary -- again, if you read my LJ regularly, it's nothing you haven't seen before.
14. Family
Watch out, rotten floorboards.
Doc nodded, allowing the tentacles to lift him over the dangerous spot. “I think the agent underestimated how much repair work this house would need,” he called over his shoulder to Clara.
Clara nodded from her place on the ceiling. “How much do you think it’ll cost to fix it all up?”
“Thousands,” Doc said morosely. “And I thought we were getting a deal with this house.”
Look on the bright side, Father, Tommy said, trying to cheer him up. We have that nice big wine cellar underneath the garage to hide all the future technology and other time travel stuff in.
Perhaps we should just live there, Albert muttered, looking around disdainfully.
“Now now, I’m sure we can make this place liveable,” Doc said, carefully continuing down the hall. “We’re just going to have to figure out how to get the available funds.”
“Why don’t you take Marty’s advice and start patenting and selling your inventions?” Clara asked, crawling after him.
Yes, why don’t you? Verne agreed. You’re an intelligent man, and you make amazing things.
“No one would buy them, that’s why,” Doc answered both his wife and kids. “I don’t care how incredible you think my inventions are, as soon as the people of Hill Valley saw them, they wouldn’t even give them a second glance.”
You wouldn’t be selling them just in Hill Valley, Father, Jules said. People in other places wouldn’t be put off by the names “Dr. Emmett Brown” and “ELB Enterprises.”
“Really, Emmett, I don’t think you put enough faith in people.” Clara paused a moment, listening to a voice only she could hear. “Neither does she, and she’s not even from Earth!”
Doc couldn’t help a laugh. “I know. Look at me, I’m arguing with one human, four metal tentacles endowed with artificial intelligence, and one alien symbiote. We’re the oddest little family that ever lived, aren’t we?”
Clara chuckled, using the symbiote to hang upside-down from the ceiling in front of him. “We must be. I’m just happy we were able to find each other.”
“Me too.” Doc kissed her. “And you have a point -- all of you. Perhaps I should start selling my inventions.”
“That’s the spirit.”
We could start with that dog dish you wanted to invent for Einstein! Jules nodded enthusiastically.
Yeah, CHOW TIME! That would be great! Tommy agreed.
Doc chuckled. “Well, first we need to get this house sorted out. Come on, let’s see what horrors await us in the living room.”
-OD: Couldn't resist using the Spider-Man kiss, hmm?-
You know you like it. :p I knew I wanted to do a post-"There's Always Tomorrow" fic that had Doc talking to his tentacles with Clara around, but it took me a little bit to come up with the idea of them moving into a new house. And yes, it is Trilogy!Doc's house -- almost all my Docs who move will end up living there at some point. The exceptions being the two VampDocs -- VampDoc, of course, ends up sharing a duplex with Marty as shown in "Fight the Future," and VampDoc2's counterpart --
Hmm. I guess I never specified he bought that house.
-VD2: I think I need it less than he does, I don't have as much time travel equipment.-
Perhaps you could be neighbors then, later. Triplets really don't fit into that garage.
-VM: HELL no.-
You'll also notice I used the CHOW TIME dog dish from the Ride (sniff, RIP Ride!) -- I loved the inventions from there, and you can be sure they'll be popping up in regular fics.
-D: Can the rest of us be spare the embarrassment of sawdust pancake mix?-
I'll think about it. :p
I'll try to make some more edits to "V.D." before closing up shop and backing up my stories. No typing tomorrow, I think.
-TD: So it'll be like any other day, then.-
Oh hush. I'm still working on your story.
-TD: I know, I know. You just work slowly.-
It's just my way.
-DW: Might help if she got off the Alice In Wonderland kick.-
-MF: At least the ideas with Marty in Wonderland have gone more Disney movie.-
Yeah, I've grown to love it all. Not that American McGee isn't my favorite anymore. . . .
-MF: Even still, nice to see a lack of Marty holding a butcher's knife.-
-M: Amen!-
